Emma was in the hallway, screaming. My sister was five years old and easily frightened. I wandered through the nearest door, sighing.
“What is it, Emma?” I asked, finding her at the front door. “Stop screaming; it’s okay.”
“Ghost!” Emma yelled, hysterical. She pointed to the warped panel of glass in the door-frame; a pale, hazy stranger hovered just behind it.
“Come away,” I murmured, taking her little hand in mine. But I hadn’t the heart to tell her.
As we drifted off together, a woman marched down the hallway; passing right through us on her way to answer the door.
Good one!
Thanks 🙂
Great story!
Thank you!
Wonderful! That actually gave me a shiver.
Ah, thank you so much :))
I loved this, and what a great twist.
Well written and I appreciate the way you “think outside the box.” Keep your ideas coming.
Well done!
You piqued my interest right away with the sentence, “I wandered through the nearest door, sighing.” And then finally with, “we drifted off together”. Nice ghost twist!
Aw, thank you so much! Glad you liked it 🙂